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Tonks, if you please (tonks_please) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-13 17:52:00

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complete, day 3, marcus cole, nymphadora tonks

Who: Tonks and Marcus
What: Horseback riding and most likely plotting to escape the planet.
When: Day Three, Morning
Where: The stables
Rating: I'm gonna say PG-13
Status: Complete

During the night, the young witch had had a bit of a brainstorm. Not a useful one, like how to get away from here, but still, one that she awoke eager to try out. Much earlier than was usual for her, the Auror bounced out of bed, wearing her oversized Weird Sisters t-shirt that she usually slept in. Glancing around at her room, she screwed up her face and concentrated. The pink walls turned into an equally brilliant purple, and she grinned in satisfaction. She might not intend to stay here long, but she really was enjoying the ability to change these surroundings at will.

She quickly showered and then changed into her chosen outfit of the day. Jeans, of course, because she pretty much always wore them. But this time, she chose a bright purple pair instead of her normal blue jeans. Pairing it with a black t-shirt, she looked into the mirror and nodded in satisfaction. Her hair, which had faded to it's natural brown hue during the night, took just a second to fix. Soon, it was jet black. An unusual choice for her, but she went with it.

Soon she was ready, and heading to the food area. She didn't stop in the restaurant this time, since she was in a hurry to try out her new idea. She stopped by the kitchen, snagged an apple and a granola bar, and as far as she was concerned, she was ready to go. Munching on her breakfast, the young Auror made her way down to the stables. She looked doubtfully around at the large beasts, and then sort of picked one at random that she thought had nice eyes, and wasn't going to kill her. Then, it was time to see if she was right...

Closing her eyes as she clambered on, she tried to pretend it was a broomstick she was straddling. A few large broomstick. And, this time, she didn't fall off. With a cry of satisfaction, she pressed her heels into the beasts flanks and off it went, like a shot, with Tonks somehow managing to cling to the saddle like a burr.

She didn't know how long it had been when she came riding back, having explored many of the trails around the place. Finally, though, she was tired, and headed back towards the stables. No one seemed to be around, really, which the young witch wondered about. But just as she was thinking that, she saw someone in a dark coat walking by. She was riding pretty fast, so she didn't see who it was. Curious, she turned the horse around and cantered back towards whoever it was.

"Hullo, there!"

She waved in a friendly way, and even managed to stay on the horse at the same time, which was damn impressive considering the last time she'd tried to ride, she hadn't been able to even stay on once the horse started moving.

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tonks_please
2008-06-19 11:47 pm UTC (link)

She nodded, and then winced again as the movement hurt her head. She couldn't help but be grateful that the expanding pole had not caught her more squarely in the face. Her head might have been knocked clean off her neck, if that had happened.

"I'm fine, I think. You're holding up three fingers, unless they call it something different where you're from."

She rested her head briefly against his shoulder, just trying to gather her thoughts and get her body under control. The blow to her head had shaken the small amount of concentration that was needed to maintain the color change in her hair, and she hoped the black wasn't fading too noticably to her natural brown color.

"I think I'll leave your stick thing to you, and just use my wand."

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marcus_cole
2008-06-19 11:53 pm UTC (link)

Marcus watched the witch wince with some concern. He felt a little responsibility for her injury, even if she had brought it upon herself. Perhaps he could have been more clear about the dangers. He thought she looked better without a large bruise on her face.

"No, we call it three also. Good, no concussion."

He was going to stand her back up straight when she laid her head against his shoulder. Allowing it to rest there, he naturally reached up a comforting hand and stroked her hair, which had noticeably lightened. At her comment, he briefly considered making a joke about not minding if she were to give his 'stick thing' a little more attention, but he quickly blushed, knowing it would be incredibly inappropriate.

"That's probably for the best. It seems we each know how to handle our own type of stick safely."

Was that going too far?

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tonks_please
2008-06-20 12:10 am UTC (link)

She raised her head, feeling better by the moment. Her hair, with her newly renewed concentration, slipped back into the shade of dark, pure black she'd chosen for the day. She concentrated, and though the bruise remained below surface level, it faded from her pale skin. She didn't think the bruise look really suited her.

"Concussion?"

Yet another concept she wasn't familar with. There seemed to be a lot. Carefully, with the very tip of her foot, she nudged the contracted fighting pike towards the ranger. She should probably move away, she knew, but she was a little dizzy. Plus, she might admit if pressed, it was nice to be held.

"I'm really good with my wand, yeah. Are you any good with your stick?"

She tilted her head at him, her look honestly curious, but with just a hint of amusement in her dark eyes to suggest she might get the double meaning, and be playing with it just a tiny bit. She might be from a repressive culture, but she was also very playful.

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marcus_cole
2008-06-20 12:24 am UTC (link)

Well, she couldn't be too badly off, Marcus thought as Tonks's hair darkened before his eyes and her fresh bruise faded from her skin. Nice trick, that last one.

"Yes, a concussion. You know, when you get hit in the head and your brain gets jarred? You get dazed, sometimes you have short-term memory loss... a concussion."

He didn't know how else to explain it. Personally, he thought the word was pretty self-explanatory. As she didn't right herself, he decided to let her rest against him as long as she needed to. Perhaps she was a little concussed after all and just didn't show it.

"Um, yes, I would say so, fairly good. I can get the job done, if that's what you're asking."

Had he just said that? Was he having the conversation he thought he was having? Had he just cast himself as a fool?

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tonks_please
2008-06-20 12:32 am UTC (link)

She shrugged and finally pulled away from him, not staggering or anything as she stood on her own two feet. She was lucky, and she knew it. She could have been knocked out, easily, by that thing. Looks like the luck that kept her from getting killed everytime she walked out of the house was still working here. Which was good, or she'd soon be covered in bruises. She could fade them out, by they still hurt.

"Oh. I've never heard of that, though I think it sometimes happens to Quidditch players."

She looked at him for a moment, and then started laughing. It was an odd conversation they were having, not one that she would have ever had back in London, and she would admit it delighted her, although she wasn't fully sure if he realized what he was saying. He seemed rather innocent, really.

"I'm glad to know that you're at least fairly good with that stick of yours. We should try it some time, you and me, me with my little wand and you with your big stick."

Okay, now that was going to far. She cleared her throat and looked away, fighting back the color that wanted to rise in her cheeks.

"So... shall we, then? The mountains?"

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marcus_cole
2008-06-20 01:17 am UTC (link)

Marcus let her go the instant she moved to stand up. Even if she was slightly concussed she was moving well enough that he wasn't worried about it. Whether she knew the proper name for it or not, it must happen to her often enough that she knew how to shake it off.

"Sorry, did you just say the word Quidditch? Is that a real word?"

He laughed and blushed as she laughed at his comment. Had he meant it to be funny? How exactly did she mean the next thing she said? Was she proposing they spar, or was she proposing something else?

"Um, that sounds good. If your talent with your wand counts for anything I would say that size doesn't matter when it comes to my stick versus yours."

He felt that she was feeling uncomfortable about this conversation, and had to admit he was inclined to feel uncomfortable himself.

"Yes, to the mountains. Let's"

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tonks_please
2008-06-20 01:24 am UTC (link)

His response to that made her laugh. She'd never really spoken to someone who didn't know what Quidditch was. Most of the people she knew were big, huge fans, actually. It blew her mind that someone could have actually never even heard the word, before, but then it wasn't a muggle sport, was it? Being played on broomsticks and all.

"Quidditch. It's a real word, definately. Wizards on brooms trying to score points with balls while other balls try to knock them off their brooms. Oh, and we can't forget the golden snitch, that usually wins the game."

Realizing he probably had no idea what she was talking about, and also someone taken off guard by the strange conversation they were having, she blushed, turned away, and nodded. It was time to let this go. With one last parting comment.

"We should do that sometime."

With that, she turned around and headed off towards the mountain. There was still a lot to see, and she was looking forward to it. Also, leaving this uncomfortable but exciting situation behind was definately a motive. Still, they also had lots of exploring to do.

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